Chen Baishan did a backflip to narrowly dodge the attack of the Iron Gall. A pair of shimmering Iron Gall brushed past the tip of Chen Baishan’s nose, the sharp chill brushing against his cheek like a knife, causing a tingling sensation on his skin.

He retreated several steps, holding the Beheading Saber horizontally across his chest. Though it seemed a simple horizontal position, it was the most powerful defensive stance of the Beheading Saber, the "One Line Sky," exuding an imposing aura of defending the world with a single line.

Although both exchanged attacks without wounding each other, in truth, Chen Baishan had lost half a move.

Originally, he intended to hit with a momentum that could swallow mountains and rivers, attacking Xu Xiangbei, but returned half-empty-handed, nearly being hit by Xu Xiangbei’s Iron Gall, only narrowly dodging by utilizing a backflip.

Ah Rong threw Xu Xiangbei a look of admiration, as if to say, I knew you could do it, you wouldn’t be easily hit.

Lu Jingyun, on the other hand, showed a bit of disdain, silently blaming Chen Baishan, thinking that he was too careless, failing to steal the deal, and reminding him not to underestimate his opponent, yet he still underestimated a bit.

Sweat began to form on Chen Baishan’s forehead. His Nine Ring Demonic Sound could shake one’s mind, often leading to enemies’ defeat when they were in shock, and many had been ruined by his underhanded techniques.

However, the "Primordial Classic" cultivated by Xu Xiangbei gathered the righteous energy of the world, and although his mind was shaken, he quickly regained his wits, using his Iron Gall to block the Beheading Saber.

Xu Xiangbei still wore that infuriating playful smile: "Old man, that flip you did was really beautiful, comparable to a young girl doing aerobics. You might as well teach aerobics, wearing tight clothing would definitely sell well."

Having lost half a move and being mocked by Xu Xiangbei, Chen Baishan’s old face turned red with shame. Once again, he raised his saber and roared, "Stop your jibber-jabber, watch the saber."

Chen Baishan, fueled by anger, unleashed an attack. The Beheading Saber spun into a wheel of light, enveloping Xu Xiangbei, as if wishing to slice him in half with one stroke. Xu Xiangbei weaved in and out of the saber’s shadows, his hands waving, producing a constant clanging sound, sometimes deafening, sometimes crisp and sharp. Their battle was intense, more like playing a perilous tune between life and death.

Lu Jingyun frowned as he watched. He already perceived that Chen Baishan was not a match for Xu Xiangbei. Xu Xiangbei held only two Iron Balls, yet could accurately parry the strikes of the Beheading Saber, clearly showcasing that his precision was so impeccable that any slight deviation would mean blood and carnage or broken limbs.

The tables and chairs on the deck, meant for guests’ leisure and viewing, suffered greatly, often being shattered by the saber light. Finely crafted, robust, and heavy round tables were like thin sheets of paper under the sharp Beheading Saber, falling apart with a single strike.

The chairs, even if not struck by the Beheading Saber, were twisted into pretzels by the swirling airflow of the duo’s entanglement, which resembled a tornado.

Gentle music floated up from below, with no one aware that a life-and-death struggle was underway on the top deck, and unaware that this luxurious cruise ship was heading not back to Earth Sea, but sailing into the international waters.

Ah Rong and Lu Jingyun couldn’t remain seated long ago. They moved constantly along with Xu Xiangbei and Chen Baishan, watching the battle intently, occasionally using their hands to fend off flying debris.

After two clangs, there was a hum, and a streak of cold light flew up. After Xu Xiangbei blocked Chen Baishan’s two chops, he flipped his wrist and released a third Iron Gall, hitting Chen Baishan’s wrist precisely.

Chen Baishan only felt a pain in his wrist, as his strength suddenly dissipated throughout his body, unable to hold onto the Beheading Saber made of fine steel. The Beheading Saber, like an arrow from a bow, shot out loudly, planting straight into the ship’s hull.

Xu Xiangbei juggled the Iron Balls in his hand: "So, can you still wield your saber?"

Chen Baishan looked shocked, puzzled about where the third Iron Ball came from.

He once fought Ouyang Yude, witnessing Ouyang Yude maneuver four Iron Balls. At first, they were evenly matched, but later, Ouyang Yude ran out of strength and lost one move.

As the head of the Ouyang family, Ouyang Yude using four Iron Balls was normal. It was rumored that Xu Xiangbei’s skill with dual Iron Gall was learned from Ouyang Yude. Even if Xu Xiangbei could use the four Iron Gall at such a young age, it would not be a cause for concern.

However, during his fight with Xu Xiangbei, Chen Baishan found that Xu Xiangbei’s Iron Gall flew faster, more accurately, and ruthlessly than Ouyang Yude’s, even capable of changing direction.

He had already been on guard for Xu Xiangbei to have such a technique, but he still failed to block when Xu Xiangbei cast the third Iron Ball.

The third Iron Ball clearly came straight forward. Chen Baishan had long anticipated it and attempted to deflect it with his saber. Yet, unexpectedly, after the Beheading Saber just made contact with the Iron Ball, it didn’t block it. The Iron Ball rolled up along the blade and hit his wrist hard.

The Iron Ball contained the mysterious Inner Strength of the Reverse Eight Needle, and Chen Baishan’s wrist not only felt a momentary pain but also a piercing cold that suddenly penetrated his arm and spread upwards, causing his right hand to lose all feeling and strength immediately.

The nine-ring Beheading Saber, made of fine steel, weighed over twenty pounds. As its momentum ended, residual force remained, and it flew out of his hand, piercing into the ship’s cabin.

Losing his weapon spelled a total defeat. Chen Baishan pulled the Beheading Saber out of the cabin, sighed lightly, and stood aside in silence.

Xu Xiangbei, looking at Lu Jingyun with satisfaction, sneered: "What other helpers have you called? Let them come out quickly, don’t waste time, we’re getting close to the open sea."

Glancing at the Lu Family’s experts standing guard nearby, Lu Jingyun felt that no one could be Xu Xiangbei’s opponent.

He quietly approached, tapping the deck with his stick: "No need to call others; I can handle it alone. Let me try your dual flying Iron Gall."

Lu Jingyun gently lifted his cane, then swung it fiercely, drawing a beautiful arc in the air and striking towards Xu Xiangbei.

A faint light flashed across the tip of the cane, and a sharp blade extended from the tip, rushing towards Xu Xiangbei with lightning speed.

Ah Rong exclaimed a reminder to Xu Xiangbei: "Be careful, there’s a blade on the cane."

When Lu Jingyun lifted his cane, Xu Xiangbei already noticed its tip, seeing a sharp blade pop out, reflecting a beam of sunlight.

The mechanism to operate the blade at the tip of the cane was in the handle of the cane.

Lu Jingyun waved his cane in the air, like a conductor pulling out all stops, with the cane moving so quickly it formed a blur, continuously striking at the Iron Balls, making a puffing sound.

Despite being elderly with white hair and beard, Lu Jingyun’s eyesight was astounding. He was like a baseball player, returning each Iron Ball Xu Xiangbei threw towards him one after another.

Xu Xiangbei was surprised. Lu Jingyun’s cane wasn’t made of wood, nor iron. It seemed crafted from a special type of bamboo, flexible yet sturdy.